Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-06-12

fiinched or moved. There he stood, quiet
and strong Us some old stubby tree, his
plain, honest face and watchful eye afford
ing Il strange contrast 10 the beautiful but
]demoniacal c|Ountcnance of the great
Dutchman. Presently he spoke in meas
ured tones.
al have proved myself Il better man than
yourself once, Frank;Muller, and if neccs-
sary | will again, notwithstanding that
knife of yours. But, in the meantime, |
wish to remind you that | have Il pass
signed by your own general, guaranteeing
our sOfety. And now, Mr.. Muller, with
a flash of the blue eyes, 81 am ready"
The Dutchman drew the knife and then
replaced it in its sheath. For Il moment
he was minded to end the matter then and
there, but suddenly remembered, even in
his rag that there was a witness.
"a pass from the generaln' he said, for
getting his caution in his fury; much
good Il pass from the general is likely to be
TO you. You are in my power, man. If
But there-theTc," he added. checking
himself, perhaps | ought to make allow
anCcs. You are one of a defeated people,
and no doubt are sore, and say what you
do not mean. Anyhow, there is an end of
it, especially in the presence of a lady.
Some day we may he able to settle our
troubles like men, Capt. Mel; till then,
with your permission, we will let it drop"
Quite so, Mr.. Muller" said John,
''Only yOu must not ask me to shake hands
with you
every good, Capt. Mel; and now, if you
will allow me, | will tell the boys to get
your horses in; we must he getting on if
VT are to reach Heidelberg tonight" And
he bowed himself out, feeling that his
temper had once more endangered the sue
cess Of his plans. Curse the MANI he
said to himself, "he is what those English
call a gentleman. 1t was brave OF him TO
refuse to take my hand when he is in my
power
John said Jess, as soon as the door
had closed, 81 am afraid of that man. III
had understood that he had anything to do
with the pass | would not have taken it.
thought that the writing was familiar TO
me. Oh, dear! | wish we had not stopped at
Pretoria
"What can't he cured must he endured"
said John again. THE only thing to dol is
TO make the best of it,. and get on as we
can. You will be all right anyhow, but he
hates mt like poison. | suppose that it is
on account of Bessie"
eyes, that's it," said Jess; ''he is madly
in love with Bessie, or was"
at is curious to think that n man like
that can be in love" remarked John, as he
lit his pipe, but it only shows what
queer mixtures people are. | say, Jess, if,
this fellow hates me so, what made him
give me the pass, eli? What's his game?
jess shook her head as she answered, ~
don't know, John; | don't like it,"
81 suppose he can't mean to murder me:
he did try it OH once, you know"
"Oh, No, John she answered, with a
sort of cry, mot that"
"Well, | don't know that it - would mat
ter much,' he said, with au approach TO
cheerfulneSs which was rather a failure.
ut would saw one n deal of worry, and
only anticipate things a hit. But there, |
frightened you, and / dare say that
he is, for the present, ut any rate.
al honest man, and has no inten-
tons on my person. Look, there is Mouti
calling us. l wonder if those brutes have
given him anything to eat. Well collar
the rest of this leg of mutton on chance.
At any rate, Frank Muller sha'n't starve
me TO DEATH and with a cheerful laugh
he left the room.
In a few minutes they were ON their